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Alright, Lynette.
I am submitting this for [the guestblog]. Freshly ground droppings from my delusional brains. If you refuse it, I keel you. It's long, but if you read it, I think you'll like it, and if you don't, then it's like I said *waves finger across neck*:
Greetings to my fellow online pedophiles. Congratulations!! You are visiting the greatest thing ever to be conceived by a conscious/unconscious primate brain. Of course, I speak of this web site - created by Lynette. For the time being, I, Ryan, will be your content provider - invading the depths of your brains with my divinely gifted wisdom and experience, which ultimately amounts to a big pile of rabbit feces.
Now, before I begin my rant, I feel an introduction is in order. To begin, I am 24 years old (not so you'd notice it), I reside in Seattle (at present), I'm a dork, and I had the supreme opportunity to have seen Lynette waddling around in diapers! I am also, no thanks to my mom, her god brother. Additionally, I believe in very little when it comes to people's common perceptions of "the real world" - religion, politics and borders, to me, are fabrications of the primitive human mind used to complicate and limit our ability to reach the potential of an evolved human mind. History speaks for itself. Herstory, on the other hand, still has some potential.
Good evening... or morning... it's 12:05 in the AM and your watching Perspectives on the Ryan broadcasting network. I'm having a bit of trouble coming up with the will to induce sleeping chemicals, if such chemicals exist. I guess I'm a little anxious for school, or something. I've realized that I truly hate Economics, and wish it would die. If the world would simply gain all it's necessities from rubbing a magic lamp, then I think we could do away with this waste of space called Wall Street we have making or breaking so many fucking lives out there.
That must be why I feel do damned anxious, right now. I don't want to set foot in that Econ. class... I hate it. I hate the graphs, the charts, the constant group posters we have to make in order to learn "how the market works"... Jesus H. Christ!!!! It pisses me off when the people who come up with this shitty curriculum try to make something as simple as the economy so damned convoluted with "graphs", "charts", and "projections" to determine "demand" and "scarcity". Like I really give a rat's ass about how much "demand Bob has for apples at his apple stand", and "how much 'profit' he gains from the sales of said apples".
It's scenarios like that, which really bring me to the point of wanting to buy a pistol (which are readily available at any gun store, with the proper fake ID.... and the republicans say we have enough gun legislation... pish and fucking posh). You know, it'd be much more entertaining if the scenarios were a little raunchier, because, let's face it, in this day and age - raunchy shit will grab a person's attention, maybe excite the imagination's libido a little, and make an activity fun. For example, if questions about "Bob" and "his apples" were shifted to something more along the lines of "Big Poppa Joe Pimps" and his "Fly Bad Mamma Jamma Bitches" (sorry 'bout the bad slang... this is exactly why I don't get out much), then the whole scenario would not only be interesting, but it would open possibilities for all kinds of things.
Stories and plays about Big Poppa could be written. Big Poppa, could be a marketing vehicle/icon for Wall Street, and could serve to promote safe "relations", and drive that condom industry to record highs on the stock market... The point I'm trying to make, is the fact that all these fat cats who think they're running the show, lack one thing that would keep the world's spirit from completely turning into, as a dear friend put it, "a binary system"... That one thing, friends, is imagination. People who write text books, make laws, and run economies wouldn't know imagination if it bit them in the ass, and I'll tell you why... It scares the living hell out of them, because they know that if they add color to a world that is fast turning into a palette of gray hues, they will lose domination over the machinelike masses... They will lose the ability to control YOUR vote, YOUR right to choose, YOUR freedom of speech, YOUR freedom to live, YOUR sex life, YOUR freedom of imagination... YOUR FREEDOM... Why? Because people will begin to realize that fat cats pride themselves in hiding behind the smokescreen platitudes of Constitutions and Declarations, while systematically inducing fertile minds with prefabricated ideology based upon a foundation of corruption and self-serving interests that only serve in obliterating culture and individuality. But, then again, I guess it's "manifested" in this country's "destiny"... From sea to shining sea...
Anywho, to get back to economics, I don't like the class, and if you have a problem with that, feel free to wallow away in the satisfaction that must give you... Ta ta!!!
Alright, Lynette.
I am submitting this for [the guestblog]. Freshly ground droppings from my delusional brains. If you refuse it, I keel you. It's long, but if you read it, I think you'll like it, and if you don't, then it's like I said *waves finger across neck*:
Greetings to my fellow online pedophiles. Congratulations!! You are visiting the greatest thing ever to be conceived by a conscious/unconscious primate brain. Of course, I speak of this web site - created by Lynette. For the time being, I, Ryan, will be your content provider - invading the depths of your brains with my divinely gifted wisdom and experience, which ultimately amounts to a big pile of rabbit feces.
Now, before I begin my rant, I feel an introduction is in order. To begin, I am 24 years old (not so you'd notice it), I reside in Seattle (at present), I'm a dork, and I had the supreme opportunity to have seen Lynette waddling around in diapers! I am also, no thanks to my mom, her god brother. Additionally, I believe in very little when it comes to people's common perceptions of "the real world" - religion, politics and borders, to me, are fabrications of the primitive human mind used to complicate and limit our ability to reach the potential of an evolved human mind. History speaks for itself. Herstory, on the other hand, still has some potential.
Good evening... or morning... it's 12:05 in the AM and your watching Perspectives on the Ryan broadcasting network. I'm having a bit of trouble coming up with the will to induce sleeping chemicals, if such chemicals exist. I guess I'm a little anxious for school, or something. I've realized that I truly hate Economics, and wish it would die. If the world would simply gain all it's necessities from rubbing a magic lamp, then I think we could do away with this waste of space called Wall Street we have making or breaking so many fucking lives out there.
That must be why I feel do damned anxious, right now. I don't want to set foot in that Econ. class... I hate it. I hate the graphs, the charts, the constant group posters we have to make in order to learn "how the market works"... Jesus H. Christ!!!! It pisses me off when the people who come up with this shitty curriculum try to make something as simple as the economy so damned convoluted with "graphs", "charts", and "projections" to determine "demand" and "scarcity". Like I really give a rat's ass about how much "demand Bob has for apples at his apple stand", and "how much 'profit' he gains from the sales of said apples".
It's scenarios like that, which really bring me to the point of wanting to buy a pistol (which are readily available at any gun store, with the proper fake ID.... and the republicans say we have enough gun legislation... pish and fucking posh). You know, it'd be much more entertaining if the scenarios were a little raunchier, because, let's face it, in this day and age - raunchy shit will grab a person's attention, maybe excite the imagination's libido a little, and make an activity fun. For example, if questions about "Bob" and "his apples" were shifted to something more along the lines of "Big Poppa Joe Pimps" and his "Fly Bad Mamma Jamma Bitches" (sorry 'bout the bad slang... this is exactly why I don't get out much), then the whole scenario would not only be interesting, but it would open possibilities for all kinds of things.
Stories and plays about Big Poppa could be written. Big Poppa, could be a marketing vehicle/icon for Wall Street, and could serve to promote safe "relations", and drive that condom industry to record highs on the stock market... The point I'm trying to make, is the fact that all these fat cats who think they're running the show, lack one thing that would keep the world's spirit from completely turning into, as a dear friend put it, "a binary system"... That one thing, friends, is imagination. People who write text books, make laws, and run economies wouldn't know imagination if it bit them in the ass, and I'll tell you why... It scares the living hell out of them, because they know that if they add color to a world that is fast turning into a palette of gray hues, they will lose domination over the machinelike masses... They will lose the ability to control YOUR vote, YOUR right to choose, YOUR freedom of speech, YOUR freedom to live, YOUR sex life, YOUR freedom of imagination... YOUR FREEDOM... Why? Because people will begin to realize that fat cats pride themselves in hiding behind the smokescreen platitudes of Constitutions and Declarations, while systematically inducing fertile minds with prefabricated ideology based upon a foundation of corruption and self-serving interests that only serve in obliterating culture and individuality. But, then again, I guess it's "manifested" in this country's "destiny"... From sea to shining sea...
Anywho, to get back to economics, I don't like the class, and if you have a problem with that, feel free to wallow away in the satisfaction that must give you... Ta ta!!!
Love: Ryan
posted by Lynette at 5:40 am
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